IMPRESSIONS IN THE SAND

We build the things we want in life,

In hopes that they will last.

But often they just fade away,

Dissolving way too fast.

We put our effort into things,

Like building up our wealth,

And in the process of doing that,

We sacrifice our health.

We push ourselves to work long hours,

And fill our life with stress.

Just to fill our chest with gold,

And allow us to impress.

When we place all of our hopes on gold,

We must understand,

Our hopes can all be washed away,

Like Impressions in the sand.

The following collection of poems are written

by Edward York

Copyright 2022 by Edward York

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